Chapter: Together forever FIONA'S POV.The silence in the room was heavy after Marcellus left. I sat on the bed, my arms wrapped protectively around my belly, trying to reassure myself. “He’ll be back soon,” I whispered, but the words didn’t chase away the lingering fear. The muffled sounds of chaos outside didn’t help. My instincts told me to stay calm, but every fiber of my being wanted to run after Marcellus, to be near him. A sudden creak from the door snapped me out of my thoughts. My head whipped toward the sound, my heart racing. The door swung open violently, and a figure stepped in. “Lena?” I gasped, recognizing the Alpha’s daughter who had always been cold and distant toward me. She shut the door behind her with a slam, her movements sharp and furious. Her eyes, wild with rage, locked onto mine. “You,” she spat, her voice dripping with venom. I instinctively backed up, pressing against the headboard. “Lena, what are you doing here? Marcellus told me to stay here—” “Shut up!” she snapped
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Chapter: Pure chaos MARCELLUS’ POV.It was a cool evening, the stars twinkling in the clear sky I had been planning this for days, making sure everything was perfect. Fiona deserved nothing less. “Where are we going?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity as I guided her outside the packhouse. “Patience, my love,” I said, a small smile tugging at my lips. “You’ll see soon enough.” She clutched my arm as we walked through the garden, her steps light but hesitant. The cool night air made her cheeks rosy, and her fiery red hair shone under the moonlight. She looked breathtaking, as she always did. Finally, we reached the spot I had prepared. A blanket was spread out on the soft grass, surrounded by lanterns that cast a warm, flickering light. A basket full of her favorite snacks sat in the center, and a small bouquet of wildflowers rested beside it. Her eyes widened as she took it all in. “Marcellus… this is beautiful.” I watched her reaction closely, feeling a wave of satisfaction at her
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Chapter: Friends ForeverMARCELLUS’ POV.The sun was blazing hot as Raymond and I stood in the training arena, sweat dripping down my face as I readied myself for another sparring session. I couldn’t help but smirk at him as he adjusted his stance, trying to look confident. “You ready to lose, Raymond?” I teased, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension. He chuckled, shaking his head. “You talk big for someone who barely landed a hit last time.” “Barely?” I raised a brow. “Let’s settle this with a wager then. The winner gets a wish granted by the loser. Deal?” Raymond hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Deal. Don’t cry when you lose, Alpha.” We circled each other, the air thick with tension and determination. He came at me fast, throwing a punch that I dodged easily. I countered with a swift kick that nearly knocked him off his feet. For a moment, I thought I had him, but Raymond was nothing if not crafty. He feigned a stumble and came back with a series o
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Chapter: Three months laterFIONA’S POVThe morning sun streamed through the curtains, filling the room with a warm glow. I sat on the bed, my hand resting on my now-visible baby bump. It still felt surreal, knowing that three little lives were growing inside me. Marcellus walked into the room carrying a tray of food, his face lighting up when he saw me. “Good morning, my love,” he said, placing the tray on the bedside table. I smiled at him, though I couldn’t hide the slight frown as I glanced at the food. My eating habits had been all over the place these past few months. Some days I couldn’t stop eating, while on others, even the smell of food made my stomach turn. “What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting beside me and taking my hand. “I’m just not sure if I can eat,” I admitted. He gave me a soft smile, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Just try a little, for me? And for the babies?” His words always had a way of melting my worries. I nodded, picking up a piece of toast. As I ate, Marcellus wa
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Chapter: Away from homeFIONA'S POV I sat on the sofa in Marcellus’s room, my legs tucked under me as I absentmindedly flipped through a book. The sunlight streamed through the large windows, warming the room and making everything feel peaceful. Marcellus was at his desk, stacks of files surrounding him as he worked. It was strange seeing him like this—calm, focused, and completely off I couldn’t help but watch him. His golden hair caught the light as he leaned forward, his brows furrowed in concentration. Every so often, he’d glance at me and smile, making my heart flutter. “This is nice,” I said softly, leaning back against the cushions. “I could get used to this.” He chuckled without looking up. “Used to what? Watching me work?” “Used to spending quiet days with you,” I replied, smiling. “It’s peaceful.” Marcellus looked up then, his eyes softening. “I wish every day could be like this,” he said, his voice full of warmth. I felt a surge of happiness, my hand unconsciously resting on my stomac
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Chapter: News that burnedLENA’S POV The room was quiet, the kind of stillness that made every little noise louder. I sat on the edge of my bed, my nails tapping against the wooden frame as I stared out the window. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the pack grounds. My father was late. I checked the time again, biting my lip to stop myself from screaming into the empty room. Finally, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, followed by the creak of the door opening. Father walked in, his face stern and his steps heavy. “Lena,” he said, closing the door behind him. “It’s late. What’s the matter now?” I didn’t wait for him to come closer. Instead, I jumped up and ran to him, grabbing his arm as tears spilled down my cheeks. “Father,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “It’s ruined! Everything is ruined!” He frowned, his hands resting on my shoulders. “What are you talking about, child? What’s ruined?” “Marcellus,” I cried, my voice shaking. “He knows. He knows it was all an act!
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Chapter: My best friend's dadI should’ve left right after.I should’ve pulled on my clothes, run out of the house, and pretended none of it ever happened. That I hadn’t let my best friend’s father bury himself inside me. That I hadn’t loved it.But I didn’t leave.Because when he kissed me again, slow and filthy, his fingers still between my legs, I realized I didn’t want to.Mr. Callahan. . . Daniel. . . was addictive.And I was already hooked.I stayed the night. We didn’t sleep. He had me on the bed, then against the door. On the floor. Even in the shower when we tried to cool off and failed. I lost count of how many times he made me come. How many times had he whispered things in my ear that no man ever had.“You’re mine now. No one touches you but me.”I knew it was dangerous. That we were playing with fire.But I also knew I would burn for him a thousand times over.The next morning, I slipped downstairs in nothing but his T-shirt and nothing underneath, skin still tingling, thighs sore. The scent of coffee
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Chapter: My best friend’s dadI always knew Mr. Callahan was too handsome for his age. He wasn’t just attractive, he was arresting. Tall, broad-shouldered, with streaks of silver in his dark hair that made him look more distinguished than old. His eyes were this impossible gray-blue, like smoke meeting ice, and his jaw looked carved by some god with an obsession for dominance. Every time I visited Ava’s house, I caught myself watching him in secret. In the kitchen. In the yard. In the gym downstairs, where I definitely wasn’t supposed to be. I tried to ignore it. I really did, but then Ava left for college three weeks before me. Her early internship in D.C. had her flying out while I stayed back to finish summer classes. Which meant, I was the only one around when I stopped by to pick up a box I had left in her room. “Emma?” Mr. Callahan’s voice stopped me in the hallway, low and deep like it always was. “Didn’t know you were stopping by.” He was shirtless. God help me. . . He was fucking shirtless. He had
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Chapter: My professor and I“What the fuck is happening here? Miss Lily, what are you doing in my office?”His voice was sharp, deep, laced with restrained fury, and something darker. His eyes dropped, trailing over the flushed line of my body to the discarded panties on the floor.Oh my God. This is crazy. This is insane.I froze, caught mid-thought, mid-heat, still perched on his desk, skirt bunched around my waist, my skin flushed and soaked with need.“Professor… I know there’s absolutely nothing I can say to defend myself,” I began, my voice trembling. “But it’s really not what you think.”His gaze burned into mine.“No,” he said, voice low and tight. “There’s nothing you can say.”And yet, he didn’t move. His eyes, stormy, conflicted, and hungry raked over me again, slower this time, like he was trying not to want what was right in front of him.In that moment, I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him.“Professor Collins,” I murmured, rising slowly, confidently now. “I just… I couldn’t help myself. I co
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Chapter: My professor and I I know I shouldn’t be thinking about Mr. Collins like this. This degree means everything to me. It’s the only way I can get a foot in the door, the only leverage I have for a future.But that doesn’t stop my thighs from pressing together every time I remember the way he looked at me in our first meeting. That deep voice, the salt-and-pepper hair, the control he radiated from behind his desk. Mr. Collins has to be at least twenty years older than me. He could be my father.I shouldn’t want him. But I do.My throat is dry as I walk down the long hallway toward his office. All I need to do is apologize, convince him that I’m not as chaotic or distracted as I came across earlier. Then leave. Just leave.I knock once and try the knob. It opens.His office is empty.Relief floods me, and something darker slips in underneath. If he’s not here. . . I could wait. Or I could just go. But instead, I walk in and close the door behind me.His scent hits me immediately. Clean and commanding. Sandal
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Chapter: My professor and IWhen I woke up this morning, I thought I knew what I was walking into. But that didn’t stop the nerves from tangling in my stomach like a tight, twisting knot. The first-day jitters hit me harder than expected, like a gust of wind whipping wild beneath my skin, cold and anxious and electric.I wasn’t even sure I was in the right room. The paper in my hand filled with instructions and classroom numbers, said I was. But no one else had arrived yet. The lecture hall stood empty and echoing, giving me too much time to overthink.I slid into a seat at the very back, hoping to stay out of sight. If I didn’t make eye contact, or didn’t speak to anyone, maybe I could just observe, learn how things worked before being noticed. The silence wrapped around me like a blanket… but not a warm one. More like the hush before a storm.Still, beneath the nerves, something else stirred. Something darker and Hungrier.Maybe it was the tightness between my thighs, the pulse already drumming low in my body
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Sold To The Ruthless Mafia Don
"I am your master, I own you. Until your father is able to pay me what he owes, you are just a body for me to fuck and dispose of as soon as you give me an heir" His grip on my chin grew more hurtful as he said those words to me. His menacing scowl made him look like he would want want nothing more than to kill me on the spot.
"I am going to pay you back, Tell me how much he owes you right now and I'm going to pay everything back, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I scream as hard as I can into his face. My hand balling into a fist.
His head snapped back as he erupted into a wicked laughter, you think you can pay me what your father owes me?" He released my chin then moved to steps backward.
His voice dropped to a whisper, vibrating with restrained anger as he continue to speak, "I dare you to try. Your father owes me half a million dollars, but since you have decided to take on this debt, I give you a month."
Rue; Freedom was everything I have ever yearned for, a time when I can finally breathe a breath of relief, a time when I can finally be relieved of the burden of my alcoholic, selfish and gambling addicted father.
Until my father sold me to the ruthless mafia Don, Alessandro Vanillin as a payment of five hundred thousand dollars.
It was stupid of me to think I was better away from my father.
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Chapter: Ch 5Alessandro’s POV My father’s estate sits like a scar carved deep into the hills, grand, ancient, centered around a vast amount of acres and bleeding power from every stone. It doesn’t welcome you. It devours you. I’ve seen kings of concrete and empire step past those iron gates and crumble into stuttering fools under my father’s gaze. The air grows heavier inside these walls, denser, and harder to breathe. Like it knows you don’t belong here. I grew up in that weight. Every cold marble floor, every echoing silence taught me how to starve the softness out of myself. But even now, even forged in his image, I still feel it. That pulse of dread when I cross the threshold. Because no matter how far I rise, I’ve never outrun the man who raised me like a blade. And today, I’ve brought Rue into the lion’s den. She walks beside me like she belongs. Chin high, lips pressed tight, trying to make her fear invisible. But I hear it, the betrayal in her breath, the hitch in her step. Insti
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Chapter: Ch 4RUEThe silence in Alessandro’s suite is thicker than the air in that godforsaken basement. I sit on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped tightly around myself, trying not to look as shaken as I feel.But I am shaken. Shaken to my core.I can still feel the cold press of his chest beneath the muzzle of Luka’s gun. The heat of his gaze was like it could strip flesh from bone. The weight of his words as they curled around my throat like a noose.“You just became interesting, Rue.”I don’t want to be interesting. I want to be forgotten. I want to wake up and find out none of this is real, that I’m not the daughter of a gambling addict who traded me like poker chips. That I’m not now the reluctant prisoner of a man who could smile while snapping someone’s neck.But here I am, on a bed that costs more than my tuition and probably soaked in blood, I will never see.I glance toward the door. Locked. Of course. There’s a small table by the wall, a glass of water, and a few medical supplies, left
Last Updated: 2025-06-01
Chapter: Ch 3ALESSANDROShe has been in my suite for three hours. Pacing, no doubt. Probably looking for hidden cameras or escape routes. Maybe even praying, though she doesn’t strike me as the type. Rue doesn’t kneel for gods. Not even devils. Especially not devils.She’d rather point a gun at one.I lean against the marble countertop in the upstairs lounge, nursing a glass of scotch that tastes like dirt and fire. My head isn’t in this room. It’s two floors below. In the suite with her. I should be thinking about the traitors who siphoned money from my bloodline. I should be planning how I’ll string them up and make an example of their rotting corpses.Instead, I was thinking about the fire in Rue’s eyes when she put Luka’s gun to my chest.She doesn’t understand the rules here. Or maybe she does and just doesn’t care. Either way, I’ve never met a girl who made fear look so intoxicating.A knock.“Come in,” I say, already knowing it’s Luka.He steps in, posture stiff. “She won’t eat.”I don’t re
Last Updated: 2025-06-01
Chapter: Ch. 2ALESSANDRO The screams are sharper in basements like this. Cement walls. No windows. No hope. Just the hum of fluorescent lights, the iron stench of blood, and the occasional whimper of a dying man. My kind of place. One of my father’s oldest associates, if you could call a parasite that, hangs from a meat hook in the center of the room. His face is swollen, half purple, half red, lips cracked, eyes fluttering open and shut like they can’t decide whether to beg or die. The other two are strapped to chairs. Cowards. Their sweat stains spread like ink across silk shirts. Gucci. Tom Ford. Expensive fabric that can’t hide the smell of betrayal. And they stink like shit. “You thought you could carve pieces from my empire,” I say as I circle them, slow and deliberate. My tone is low, almost bored. I never raise my voice. Men like this, rats in Brioni suits don’t need shouting. They need consequences. I stop in front of the one with the twitching eye. “Tell me something,” I murmur. “Wa
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Chapter: Ch 1RUE“Insufficient funds” The voice of the attendant rang in my ears like a totally foreign object."No! No! That's impossible! I have it right here" I moan out loud, My eyes meet with the attendant's impatient glare. "I swear to you I had this money just a moment ago. I saw it before I left the house this morning. There is no way it has just disappeared! Can you refresh that again please?" "Next!" Despite my pleas, I knew there was nothing else she could do. “There are a lot of students waiting in line behind you. When you figure out what is wrong, I will be here” Without any more arguments, I moved away from the line, because I know there is only one reason behind all this, My father. I took out my phone with my shaky hands because even though I knew he was the only one who could have taken my tuition balance from my account, I didn’t want it to be true. I could not help but feel helpless and drained of all will to continue struggling. “Dad!” I said into the phone as he picked up
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